As the coolness of night touched all in the corral we each found our favorite spot to lay out and sleep. As the coming of each day the same old thing happened. harnessed, worked, rested, worked some more and delivered back to our dusty mucked corral.
It was some time later when for being checked by the Park's Vet I was placed in the stable and a stall of my very own. It was then I was again to meet my young person friend who soo enriched this rough exsistence.
A dark figure walked down the isleway between the long row of Jenny stalls. I watched and my nostrils told the coming of grain and hay. He was more profound of scent than before and maybe taller. As he came closer I would have smiled if those thick lips would allow it.
"Hallo Wankey!" came his same soft voice.
I peered at him and thought back to that night when he stood first before me and then below. He seemed more handsome now and looking ever so viril in his pure naked male self.
Now he was taller as his feet stood up like mine. He walked well for someone upright on cloven hoofs. His light color of skin now as mine a sun darkened almost black hide. He was coated well in dark thick hair and was some of the horses I'd seen from time to time.
His hands now looked almost like mine yet had more didgets. He filled my hay net with hay and poured me a healthy ration of sweet grain. I loved it when he petted my head and scrathed those tall ears.
I oggled a look up at him to see he was beginning to cry. Tears, something a donkey know's not but he was so thrilled at seeing me he began to cry.
"Donkey I was a fool to come and fondle you that night! Gone am I from family and friends, a monster soon to be beast am I and maybe as you were and are too!" he sobbed as I wondered.
He looked fine to me! A well muscled form, strong of bone and body his maleness hung low and his sheath was toted high, worthy he was for any of his kind. I watched him work as his long boney tail swung from side to side. His ears stuck out from the sides of his head and would wiggle seperate as the flies buzzed about.
I brayed a friendly call as he turned again and carressed my face. We were friend together and always.